Warning: graphic sexual content
After that one night, things were sort of OK between us now. We spent more time together and everything felt wonderful between us. We still had not slept together, even though we came really close to doing it one time. Draco stopped for some reason I still cannot think of. It seemed like Hermione was living at her boyfriend's apartment. I did not mind too much, since I rather liked the quietness around the place. I did see Ginny Weasley a couple of times with Draco. I still don't like her. She still gives off this jealousy vibe and she is not so nice to me either. I heard Draco warn her about that some time, and she just grumbled something inaudible. She also seemed to find it annoying whenever Draco kissed me in front of her, which he didn't do often, mind you. He has become more affectionate in public, but he's never kissed me in public before, and I do not expect him to.
I was currently in the bookstore in much higher spirits. My boss noticed as well and seemed glad that I was back to my normal self again. That girl Jennifer had not come back to the store again after Draco told her that I did not like girls.
I was pleasantly surprised when Draco walked into the bookstore. It never failed to make me laugh to see him bow his head to get through the doorway. He made a beeline for the counter and leaned onto it. "Hi," I said. "Can I help you?"
"I'm not sure," Draco said. "I'm going to Paris for two months. I'm leaving in a few days."
I blinked and for a moment I did not know what to say. "Gee, you really are blunt," I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, what, do you want my permission to go? Fine, go. It's for your job, so …"
"Harry, Harry, Harry," Draco said and took my hands in his. "I want you to go with me. Remember what I said about wanting to take you to Paris sometime with me? Well, now the opportunity has arisen. Of course it's entirely up to you whether you go with me or not, but I'd like you to come with me. I'll give you a few days to think about it, but I'll need the answer by Friday."
"Friday? That's in two days," I said. "And I'd love to go with you, but about my job? I can't just disappear for two months!"
"No, what about that other fellow Jimmy? He can fill in for you."
"OK, what?" he asked quite indifferently.
"I'll go with you," I said and watched Draco smile. "Don't thank me just yet. I'll need to discuss this with my boss first. If she can't miss me, then I can't come with you."
"Not to worry, dear," a voice said to my left. It was my boss, naturally. She stood there with a smile on her face as she approached Draco and me. "Jimmy can certainly fill for you. And I've hired a new employee. So you can go to Paris with your lover."
"Lover," I whispered and nodded. "Thank you."
"You're welcome dear," she nodded and waved at both of us.
"You never told me we were going by plane," I said and looked out of the small window quite nervously. We weren't up in the air yet, but it wouldn't be too long before we were.
"Well, how'd you want to go to Paris then, by bus?" Draco snorted. "You're not afraid of heights are you?"
"Well, no, but everyone knows those airplane crashing stories. There's even a show on National Geographic about it," I replied. "It's called Air Crash Investigation."
"Harry, this private jet has been through a lot of flights and there have been no accidents with it," Draco assured me.
"So far," I mumbled. "OK, OK, OK, I will not needlessly scare myself. But I've never been on an airplane before, or on a private jet from your company. Oh God, what if we crash? We'll crash down into the ocean or into some kind of creepy forest with creepy ugly insects?" I shivered.
"Now you are needlessly scaring yourself," Draco said and raised his blond eyebrow. "Just relax. Take it easy. Everything will be alright." He took my left hand and kissed it softly. "There's one perk at traveling by private jet. There are no flight attendants, no other people and we can do what we want. We could suck each other off right here, and no one would know. Isn't that great?"
"I am not going to suck your cock while being on this private jet," I hissed. "This jet belongs to your father! What if he somehow miraculously finds out that we did stuff in his jet? He'll kill me!"
"Of course not," Draco grinned. "I know for a fact that my mom and dad fucked on this plane when they were traveling to who knows where. I know because I found an empty pack of condoms on this plane once."
"So? That doesn't say anything," I shrugged.
"Of course it does," Draco drawled. "My father always buys the same condoms. For himself, not for me. And I, unfortunately, heard them going at it once. Ew," he murmured. "I'm pretty sure that they've done it on this jet at least once. Or perhaps six times, since there were six condoms in that pack. That's pretty disgusting."
"No shit," I said. "I don't even want to think about my parents doing it."
"Hmm, Christian sex," Draco whispered hotly into my ear. "No condoms, no safe sex, no protection whatsoever. Naughty Christians," he said and wrapped an arm around me.
"I'll forget the fact that you just called my parents naughty Christians," I snorted and leaned into him. Suddenly the jet started to move. "Oh, God, we're moving."
"Of course we're moving," Draco snorted. "Just don't think about it, OK?"
"Don't think about it? It's all I can think about right now," I said and gripped Draco's arm tightly. "I hope we don't crash."
"Keep talking like that and we will," Draco said. He seemed mildly annoyed. "Just relax." Suddenly he took my face in one hand and force-fed me his pierced tongue. He cupped my crotch and squeezed softly. I moaned, wrapped my arms around Draco's neck and kissed him back. I slid my tongue into his mouth and for who knows how long we made out until he suddenly pulled away. "There," he said. "We're in the air, it's a fucking miracle. Who knew that I could be such a great distraction?"
"Tease," I said and chuckled. "You caused a very successful diversion. Good job."
"Thank you," he said in Japanese.
"We're going to France you know," I said. "The least you could do is speak French."
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. How did you know that I spoke Japanese earlier?" he said instead.
"Right," I said. "No idea what you just said, but I'll take your word for it. Oh, damn, perhaps I should've bought an English-to-French translation book before we went," I said thoughtfully.
"Hey, you've got your personal translator with you," Draco said and pointed at himself. "Me. I'll do it for you."
"Thank you," I said and smiled at him. Suddenly I heard my stomach rumble. "I should've eaten something before I went on the jet."
"You haven't eaten yet?" Draco asked. "Why didn't you eat? Skipping breakfast isn't healthy for you. I'll get you something to eat. I'll be right back." He stood up and disappeared from view. I had no idea that there was food on this jet, although I probably should've assumed it. Draco returned a little while later with two sandwiches. "There you go," he said and gave me them. He sat back in his seat left from me, thus blocking the small window with his broad chest.
"Thank you." Hmm, cheese sandwiches. And they were fresh too. "Where are we staying actually?"
"At a hotel in Paris," Draco said. "It's gorgeous, but Paris is expensive. We can settle in tonight and tomorrow we can go to Paris' beautiful gardens. And I want to go to the Louvre as well, if you don't mind."
"I didn't know that you're a fan of art," I said. "You keep surprising me every day."
"You're so funny," Draco said sarcastically. "Yeah, I like art. Good art that is. The Mona Lisa is good art and it's famous, so I want to see it."
"OK," I sniggered. "Whatever you wish, your majesty," I added and bowed towards him in my seat. When I looked up, I saw that he was very satisfied apparently, whether it was because I called him majesty, or because I agreed to go see this painting. "Snob."
Draco gasped and put his hand on his chest. "Me? A snob? How could you say that? I never talk about myself twenty-four seven, in fact I hardly talk about myself. Do you want to know who's a snob? Ginny Weasley."
"Ugh," I said and pulled a disgusted face. "I'm sorry, but I still don't like her, in fact, I don't think I ever will."
"Well, you don't have to like her," Draco shrugged. "I admit she's been acting a bit odd since she found out that we were interested in each other."
I glanced thoughtfully at Draco, and wondered what else had occurred. I had not spoken to Ginny since I slept at Draco's place for the first time, the night before my birthday. I remember that day quite well even though I was drunk. Draco was unreachable back then, because his ex stopped him from moving on. I am glad that we have moved away from that time. Lots happened after that; we got together, Seth and I became friends again and I've been very happy since I came to New York. I can't imagine myself going back again.
The hotel where we stayed at was beautiful, and very expensive. I had money with me, just in case, even though I knew that Draco's company was covering all the expenses. Perhaps I could buy a souvenir or something. But I was going to be here for two months. Perhaps I could learn some French. The hotel receptionists seemed to know who Draco was and for what business he was in France, for they just smiled at him and gave him a key. The room we had was gorgeous. It was spacious, it had a beautiful view on the Seine, and I saw the Notre Dame on the other side of the river. It was a pity that I could not see the Eiffel Tower from our hotel room, but I had seen a glimpse of it on our way here. Draco said he wanted to climb the Eiffel Tower with me and told me that I had to climb to the top since the view was absolutely stunning, according to him. We had a luxurious bathroom, including a bath, which I couldn't wait to try out.
It seemed like Draco thought the same thing, for he suggested that we take a bath together. It seemed ridiculously romantic and intimate to me, and my cheeks felt hot when he suggested it, but I agreed anyway. Draco ran the bath and undressed himself. He threw his clothes down on the tiles and went into the tub. The water barely reached his knees though. I swallowed my uneasiness and began undressing as well. I locked the bathroom door and took off my jeans. Next went my shirt and I was very hesitant to take off my underwear. It helped that Draco wasn't looking.
"How do you like the water? Hot or lukewarm?" Draco asked, adjusting the warmth of the water.
"Er …" I quickly took off my underwear and went into the tub as Draco added shampoo to the water. Thankfully it covered my private parts, but only barely. "Hot, please."
"OK, I like it hot too," Draco said. "Tell me when it's getting too hot, OK?"
I just nodded and watched the water level rise higher up to my belly. The water felt great, and the light in the bathroom was dim, so it created a nice atmosphere. I don't know if Draco even saw my penis or not. I sighed and leaned back against the edge of the tub. The tub was slowly filling with hot water and I suddenly felt very relaxed, even though we flew I don't know how many hours. It was nice to be able to relax. "Hmm, this is great," I said and opened my eyes to look at Draco, who looked like a character out of a fantasy movie in this light.
"Yeah, it is," Draco nodded. "You don't have to feel embarrassed about getting naked in front of me."
"I know, but I've never undressed myself in front of anyone before," I said and shrugged a little. "I felt a bit uncomfortable, but the dim light helped a bit."
"Come here," he suddenly said.
"Come here," he repeated and motioned for me to come closer. I slowly moved and approached him. "Turn around." I turned around and suddenly felt Draco's arms about my belly. He pulled me against his chest and kissed my cheek. "This is much better." He caressed my belly and held me. It felt very intimate to be held naked like this, but it also felt nice. I relaxed in Draco's arms, and leaned against him. I felt his penis against my lower back, but it didn't arouse me. I suppose I was just exhausted from that flight and lack of sleep, for I barely slept knowing that I was in an airplane flying a long distance. My hands rested on Draco's legs while his hands gripped my thighs and spread them.
"You really think about sex too much," I murmured with my eyes closed and let him part my legs.
"Do not," he said and started to kiss my neck. "Want to know what's hot? Watching ourselves in the mirror while we're having sex in this position," he whispered. "This is my second favorite position."
"What's your favorite position then?" I asked, feeling all kinds of things while Draco was speaking with this sexy tone in his voice.
"Missionary," Draco whispered and nipped my right ear. "It's intimate, hot and I just fucking love it."
"What about doggy style?"
"Doggy style? Harry, have you been reading a guide to homosexual sex? Gay sex one-o-one?" Draco chuckled. "What do you think of doggy style?"
"It's kind of … er …" My breath hitched because Draco was stroking my inner thighs. "It's kind of crude and kind of naughty."
"Naughty, yes," Draco laughed. "I agree with you. It's naughty and crude, but also incredibly hot. I can imagine ourselves on the bed with you holding onto the headboard while I'm pounding into you. Doesn't that sound hot?" he whispered.
"You're getting hard," I murmured absentmindedly. I could feel his penis swell against my back.
"Does that bother you?" Draco asked.
"No," I said.
"Are you getting hard?" he asked and kissed my cheek.
"Feel for yourself," I whispered.
"Oh, you're naughty," Draco said and I felt his hands caress closer towards my hardening penis. Then he took it in his right hand and very slowly moved his hand up and down. I can't even describe that feeling, for I could not think clearly. I knew that I was making sounds, but I could not help myself. My back arched into his touch, like a cat that got stroked across the back. "Shall we continue this in bed? I'm feeling like a dried out prune to be honest."
I laughed at the randomness of that and nodded. Draco pulled the plug of the tub and stood up behind me. I felt a little embarrassed about being naked around him and I was also embarrassed about the fact that he was naked and that we both had erections. Apparently Draco had already stepped out of the tub and had gotten towels, for he handed me one. The towel felt nice and soft in my hands and I was glad that I had something to cover myself with. I followed Draco into our luxurious and spacious bedroom with a big bed for the two of us. I was glad that those receptionists didn't look strange at us when we checked in. Draco came over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed me. I felt a bit horny and let him know that by eagerly putting my tongue in his mouth. Draco started to move me backwards, and I felt the edge of the bed against my legs. I got on the bed and gladly spread my legs for Draco. I didn't even want to think about how that sounded. Draco pushed our towels away and completely lay down on top of me. His hard erection pushed against my own hardening one. I wasn't as hard as Draco was, but perhaps Draco had a higher sex drive than me or something. I faintly heard the sound of a bottle uncapping, but I was too busy with kissing Draco to really think about what that might mean. Then suddenly I felt two fingers slicked with substance rubbing against me.
"Oh," I gasped and arched my back. The fingers slowly slid inside and began slowly moving in me. It didn't hurt, strangely enough. Draco put another finger inside and groaned softly. I am sure that he waited a long time to do that. After some time I found myself moving against his fingers. I groaned, sighed and made all kinds of sounds which would embarrass me if I had not been driven by this need to get off. The fingers moved faster, and I was so close to orgasming that I frantically pulled at my hard penis until I felt my toes curl and that intense feeling arose again. My back arched and I came hard. I was recovering slightly after a couple of seconds when I didn't feel those fingers anymore. "Oh, Lord," I sighed and closed my eyes. A satisfied feeling came over me and I found myself smiling because of it.
"Did that feel good?" I heard Draco ask.
"Hmm, yeah," I murmured and nodded. "Gosh, I've never felt such pleasure after an orgasm before."
Draco snorted, but I knew that he was smiling as well. "Well, I'm glad that you got off. Do you mind if I jerk myself off now?"
I opened my eyes and glanced at his erection. It was so swollen and red that I thought that it would burst. "I could help you out?"
"That's sweet of you, but I don't think that you're quite ready for that," Draco said and lay down next to me under the covers. I frowned at that. I should at least do something in return. Suddenly I thought of what Draco said on the jet. I had thought of doing that a few times, but actually doing it seemed even more exciting. I got under the covers as well and pulled them over my head. "What are you doing?" Draco asked.
"Returning the favor," I replied. "Relax." I was a little bit nervous, but I was determined to do this. I parted his legs and licked my lips before opening my mouth. I took Draco's hard penis in my hand and brought the head towards my mouth. I tentatively touched the head with my tongue. It didn't taste of anything, so I took the head into my mouth. I was aware of the sounds that Draco made, and felt satisfied that he found it pleasurable. Sucking on the head felt a bit like sucking on a lollipop, only this filled my mouth more. Suddenly I tasted a bitter-like flavor in my mouth. It tasted a bit strange, but not disgusting, so I took more of Draco's penis in my mouth, which wasn't an easy fit. Draco slowly started to move his hips up and down. I was thankful that I didn't choke, but I couldn't quite control my gag reflex. I used my hand instead to stimulate the part that I couldn't get into my mouth. I moved my hand faster and sucked on the head, determined to make Draco come.
"Oh, fuck!" Draco hissed and threw his hips upwards. I heard him utter a gasp and then I felt his come spurt into my mouth. I had read about giving blowjobs in that guide that I had bought some time ago, and it said that swallowing semen wouldn't hurt, so I swallowed it and kept on sucking until there was nothing more coming out. I heard Draco breathe heavily when I crawled back to my spot in bed. I glanced at him; he had his eyes closed and he was panting as if he had run for an hour. I leaned against him and kissed his bare shoulder.
"Did you like that?"
"Harry," Draco whispered. "It's hard to believe that that was the first time you did that. Jesus Christ," he said and rubbed his eyes. Then he leaned down and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I was surprised when he sucked my tongue into his mouth. After a few seconds he pulled away. "I didn't expect you to swallow actually," he said.
"Well then what was I supposed to do? Spit it on the floor?" I asked and raised my eyebrow. "Besides I had read that swallowing semen wouldn't hurt. Do you think that's disgusting?" I wondered.
"If I would find it disgusting, then I wouldn't have stuck my tongue down your throat," Draco said. "We can use this weekend to explore Paris a little, since I've got the first meeting on Monday. We could climb the Eiffel Tower, visit the Arc de Triomphe, make out in the gardens, suck each other off behind a tree … It's a place full of opportunities," he quipped.
"Well, I'd like to do those first three things, but there's no way I'm going to engage in public sex with you of any kind, buddy," I said.
"Killjoy," Draco said.
"I'm not," I replied. "Having sex in public is indecent. Besides, it's something that I don't get off on and I feel very uncomfortable thinking about it. Let's just enjoy Paris OK? It's my first time here and I want to have positive memories about this place."
"Alright fine," Draco said. "We'll be here for two months, that's plenty of time to make memories of this place. I especially want to have nice memories of us in the tub together."
I chuckled, even though I was surprised at how much Draco obviously wanted to do sexual things with me. I have no idea why he decided to show that now, but I was alright with that. Besides, I have been a little horny as of late. "What time is it?"
"Er …" Draco said and glanced over his shoulder. "It's eight thirty-four right now.
"That late already? Wait, what's the time in New York?" I asked.
"It's two thirty-four in the afternoon in New York right now. Paris is six hours ahead of New York," Draco replied. "Are you tired?"
"A bit," I admitted. "But, there are some things that might keep me awake," I said teasingly. Suddenly I wondered about something. "Have you thought about sex a lot?"
"I always think about sex according to you," Draco quipped.
"No, I mean about you and me … having sex."
Draco sighed played a bit with the sheets. "Yes," he said. I already knew that, but I suppose that I wanted to hear him say it. "But you know that I don't want you to agree because you feel like you've let me wait long enough or something. It'll happen when we're both ready."
"Wise words from a wise man," I said and smiled. "I'm glad that you take my feelings into such consideration. When was your first time?"
He seemed to think about it for a couple of seconds and then he glanced at me. "I was seventeen when I had sex for the first time," Draco said. "I was only out for about a year or something when I got my first serious … er, fling. It was far from a relationship. He was nineteen and we were both in college in Boston. We both expressed an interest in one another and then one night one thing led to another and I found myself waking up next to a guy that I had no intention of getting seriously involved with. I was young and a bit naïve at the time. I didn't want to commit myself so soon and I wanted to enjoy life and explore Boston's gay nightlife a little. My first time in general was a bit clumsy, since I'd never done it before, but he guided me through it, starting with proper preparation and so forth. It went alright and we both enjoyed it. I didn't hurt him, thank God," he added and seemed relieved at that. "Why do you want to know?"
"Just because," I shrugged. "There's still a lot about you that I don't know. Your life in Boston for example and the kind of childhood you had and stuff."
"Well, just ask me if you want to know something," he shrugged.
"I know, but I don't want to seem pushy or something, you know? Do you still suffer from blue balls?"
Draco snorted and grinned a little. "Not as much as I used to before you decided to go down on me. But seriously, I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything, OK? I don't want you to feel like you have to return the 'favor', alright? I want you to do it because you genuinely want to do it, not because you feel like you need to return the favor."
"I know, I get it," I said and nodded. "It seems important to you that I do things because I want to do them."
"Of course, I don't want to force you into anything. That's the last thing I want. I want you to feel good and I want you to be able to relax and shit. I know that I frightened you a little when I hit you, I'm still very sorry for that, and I really don't want you to be afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid of you. I love you, remember?" I rolled onto my side, facing Draco and placed my hand on his bare chest. "I'm not afraid of you. And I don't feel like I must return the favor, but it seems only fair to me if I make you come too. That's not so bad, is it? I want you to feel good too, preferably by something that I did."
"OK," he said and glanced at my hand that was on his chest. "Are you going to feel me up again?"
"Do you want me to?" I asked softly and pressed a kiss on his shoulder.
"Do you want to?"
"Yeah," I said and slid my hand across his nipples. "I'm just really happy that we do couple stuff, you know? I've always felt good being around you and I've woken up from fantasies about you more times than I can count. Remember that one time when you and Hermione were watching some cartoon late in the evening? I got myself a glass of water, but I waited twenty minutes before going into the kitchen. I was as hard as a rock when I woke up. Talk about embarrassing."
"What did you fantasize about?" Draco wondered.
"About you fucking me on the counter at the bookstore," I admitted.
"Fucking," Draco said. "I'd never thought I'd hear you say that word. Sounds hot when you say it," he whispered and reached down to my belly. He started to stroke me and twisted my nipples. "Ah, you're sensitive there too, eh? It seems that you're sensitive all over. Doesn't surprise me though," he said and played with my right nipple. "I love it how you're so sensitive to my touch."
"I bet you do," I murmured and closed my eyes. Draco's hands glided over my chest and stomach and went under the sheets. Then he suddenly rolled on top of me and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I sighed into the kiss and let Draco dominate my mouth.
"I want to be inside you," Draco whispered.
"I'm not stopping you," I whispered as well.
"You're not ready."
"Perhaps I'll never be," I said and wrapped my legs around his waist. "Just promise me you'll be gentle."
"You really want to do it?" Draco asked and raised himself up a little so he could look into my eyes. "Don't you want to wait for the right moment?"
"Perhaps there won't be a right moment. I've been thinking about doing it. About how it would feel, about what it would mean in our relationship. And I don't care that we've been dating for nearly three months. I've liked you for much longer than that."
"I know," Draco said softly. "Are you saying this because you're horny or something?"
"Well, I am horny, but I'm not saying this because of that. I'm saying this because I want to know what it's like and I want to do this with you."
"I will stop if you tell me to and I want you to tell me when it hurts too much, OK?"
"Yeah, OK," I nodded. "Do you have lubricant around here?"
"Of course," Draco said and smirked. He reached for the nightstand to the left of me and withdrew a tube out of its drawer and another tiny package. He left the tiny package on the nightstand and uncapped the tube. He squirted some gel onto his fingers and put the tube on the nightstand. Then he smeared the stuff on three of his fingers and leaned down to peck me on my lips. He looked into my eyes when the first two fingers slid inside me. My eyes slid half closed already and out of my mouth escaped a tiny moan. "Well, I'm glad that you enjoy it already," Draco murmured chuckling. He added another finger to the first two and then determinedly moved them in and out. They seemed to probe for something, searching for something.
Very suddenly I was hit with an incredible feeling and it came so sudden that my hips jerked upwards and I released quite a pornographic sound. I gasped audibly and glanced at the hand that was between my legs. "What was that?" I gasped.
"Prostate," Draco said. "Well, your prostate gland to be exact. It can be stimulated by inserting fingers, toys, a penis, as you would say."
"Do it again!" I demanded.
"I'll do my best," Draco chuckled and then I felt his fingers searching again.
It wasn't until seconds later that those fingers brushed up against it again. "Ah!" I moaned again, jerking my hips upward. It left me gasping even more. "Can you even do that when you're … you know?"
"Inside you? Yes, if I can manage to find it properly with my cock. With my fingers I can actually feel it, with my cock, not so much. You like to get fingered, don't you?"
"Only when you do it," I nodded. "I tried it myself, but it didn't turn me on."
"Oh, that's OK. I'll always be there to make you feel good," Draco said in a promising tone. Somehow I had no doubt that he would always be there. During all the pleasurable sensations, I had gotten quite hard. The entire preparation process felt very good, but I was still a little bit nervous about the actual deed. Suddenly Draco withdrew his fingers and he reached for the nightstand again. He picked up the tiny package and then I understood what it was. A condom. I had the desire to tell Draco that I didn't want him to put a condom on, and then I understood why Draco's ex wanted to have sex without condom. I felt that it would get us closer and it would be even more significant, but I knew how Draco felt about it, so I said nothing. There must have been something about my expression that Draco didn't like, for he stopped moving. "What?"
"Nothing," I lied.
"Harry," Draco said, in a way that told me that he knew that I was lying and that I should be honest with him. "It's OK if you've decided that you're not ready. I can wait."
"It's not about that," I said and shook my head. "I … I saw you take that condom, and I suddenly understood why your ex wanted to do it with no condom."
"It's not important."
"Well, it is to me, so out with it. What do you understand about my cheating ex?"
"It's not important," I repeated. "It's just a silly thought, that's all." When he kept looking expectantly at me, I caved. "I suppose it would mean more," I shrugged lightly.
"Harry," Draco began. "Condoms were invented to prevent sexually transmitted diseases, including HIV, which can kill you if it escalates to aids. I have no desire to get diseases, OK?"
"But what does it matter? I'm a virgin! I have no diseases!" I exclaimed.
"That's not the point. You can get HIV positive by getting it from someone who's also HIV positive, or through your mom. If she was infected while you were in the womb, then you've got it too. And there's no telling who's HIV positive and who isn't. There are no telltale signs. It's called caution, and I want to die of old age, not of aids."
"Aren't you being a little bit over dramatic right now? If my mom was HIV positive, then my parents would've stopped having sex if she was, wouldn't they? I'm sure they got themselves tested, even though they're good Christians who only ever had sex with each other and had no other partners."
"I just want to be careful," Draco insisted.
"I know," I nodded. "I'm sorry that I brought it up. Do you still want to do it, or have I ruined the moment?"
"You didn't ruin the moment," Draco shrugged. I felt his eyes all over me and I blushed fiercely when I realized in what kind of position I was in; I was completely naked, my legs were spread, I had an aching erection and I'm sure that my face screamed ecstasy. Perhaps not so much right now, though. "You do look incredibly sexy though," he murmured. "I still can't get over the fact that you shave yourself."
Perhaps Draco didn't want to make it sound like it did, but it caused me to close my legs and cover myself up. I felt embarrassed all of a sudden. Perhaps I had been anticipating things that I shouldn't have been and perhaps Draco thought that I was an idiot because of that. I had started to shave myself down there when I was still together with Seth, even though I knew then that I would not give myself to him. Draco wasn't looking at me though, no, he was rolling the condom onto his big … thing. I realized that he was still mumbling, but I didn't even notice when I started to sit up. I felt insecure.
"―I think that it's a good thing though," Draco mumbled, and took the tube of lubricant. "I suppose it's also about personal preferences," he shrugged and uncapped the tube. "Some guys loathe having any hair at all near their crotch." He squirted a generous amount of the glistening stuff onto his hand, closed the tube and slicked his entire length with the stuff. "Though I don't understand how you manage to shave everything, I mean you can't possibly see what you're doing, can you―? Harry?" He glanced at me and took in the way I sat.
"I'm nervous," I said. Well, that and I kind of wanted to back out. I was afraid of the pain. I wish that I could spell any pain away, so to speak.
Draco put the lubricant back onto the nightstand and crawled towards me. He dried his lubricant stained hand on the towel and knelt in front of me. "Do you want to back out?" I think the look I gave him was enough of an answer. Draco sighed in disappointment, though he tried to cover it up. He took the condom off and threw it into a trash bin next to the bed. "Let's go to sleep then."
"It's OK," he said, but he wouldn't look at me. He disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door. I had the feeling that I had royally screwed up, but I refused to be a bloody woman about it. My erection had diminished almost entirely, and I had the feeling that my butt now included a gaping hole. It felt incredibly open and loose. I blushed and reached between my legs. It felt wet with lubricant and immediately I recalled how pleasurable Draco's fingers felt, and Lord, when he stimulated my prostate gland. Well, I had screwed up now. I crawled under the covers and rolled onto my side, away from the spot where Draco would hopefully lie. I had thought that Draco would simply nod in understanding if I'd told him that I wasn't ready. I hadn't expected him to be so disappointed. I could understand why he would be disappointed though, but it wasn't the end of the world. I hoped.
When I woke up, it almost seemed like I had dreamt the entire thing. Except for the fact that I still felt very loose and open, I was still naked, and there was no Draco in bed with me. I supposed that he was more disappointed than I had anticipated. I glanced at the empty spot beside me and it seemed like Draco hadn't slept next to me at all last night. I felt a pang of disappointment at that. I stretched my body and yawned, and then I rolled out of bed and got dressed. There was a small sitting area in our room where I found Draco on the couch, sipping a coffee. It seemed like he had called room-service, for I spotted a tray with croissants and orange juice. There was only one glass though. I felt disappointed again. Draco still had not said a word. Perhaps he wasn't used to being denied like that. That sounded crueler than I thought.
"Good morning," I said quietly and sat down on a divan, even though there was plenty of space on the couch that Draco sat on.
"Good morning," Draco said equally as quiet. He didn't even look up from the newspaper that he had been reading.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"It's fine," Draco shrugged. But it wasn't fine at all. It was obviously bothering him. "Did you sleep OK?"
"Not really. Where did you sleep?"
"On the couch," Draco replied and then looked up from his newspaper. I could tell that he didn't sleep too well either. "I figured the best that I could do was to leave you alone. So I did."
"Who told you to leave me alone?" I wondered. "You sound like you accidentally raped me."
Draco winced at that. "Well, I kind of feel like I have."
"Why? You didn't do anything that I didn't want you to do," I protested. "You didn't force me into anything, I wanted it too."
"Except you backed out at the last minute."
"I'm sorry," I said again and averted my eyes from his stormy gray ones. "I just … I can't get over the pain that I'm sure I will feel. I don't like pain, Draco. And I know you won't intentionally hurt me―"
"I already hit you once, didn't I? I know I scared you with that. I saw it in your eyes when I came by to apologize to you and you nearly flinched when I touched your jaw. I don't think you're over that yet. I don't want to be in a relationship where my boyfriend is afraid of me. I don't want to be the abusive boyfriend, Harry. And last night I felt like I had pushed you too much. When you pulled away, you looked like I had just proposed to rape you and then eat you for dinner."
"Ew, cannibalism," I said and pulled a face.
"I'm serious," Draco said.
"I know, I'm sorry," I said and then sighed. "I felt insecure because you said that you couldn't get over the fact that I shave myself. I was afraid about actually having sex with you because I know that it will hurt."
"It always hurts the first few times," Draco said. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you! I just …"
"I understand your fear," Draco said and put the newspaper away. "When you're ready, you won't be as afraid as you are now. This is for you, by the way," he said and pointed at the tray. "I already ate."
"Can you wait until I'm ready?" I wondered.
"Yes," he simply said.
"Even if it would take months?"
Draco's face fell a little at that, but he nodded anyway. "I'd rather cut off my own dick instead of forcing you or coaxing you into having sex with me when you really don't want to."
"What if it would take years?"
Draco looked shocked at that, but he nodded. I had to stop myself from laughing at the face he pulled. "If you need years, then I'll wait for years."
"What if you meet a guy who would agree to sleep with you immediately? What if we'd be together for five years, never slept together and this guy came to you and asked you to sleep together. Would you do it?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course I wouldn't," Draco scoffed. "Now eat."
"What did you do in the bathroom last night?"
"Do you really have to ask?" Draco asked and got up. "I'm going to brush my teeth," he said and went into the bedroom.
Things were tense between us when we ventured out into Paris. Draco hadn't said anything since we left the hotel. He hadn't looked at me since our conversation this morning. I had no idea where we were going, but when the Eiffel Tower came into view, I had a pretty good idea of what we were going to do. When we walked underneath the Eiffel Tower, I realized just how tall it was. Staring at it made me a little bit dizzy. We got in line for a trip up the Eiffel Tower by elevator. Apparently there were elevators hidden in the Eiffel Tower. Draco paid even though I offered to pay for my own ticket. Instead, Draco ignored me and paid for two tickets up the Eiffel Tower by elevator. I followed Draco into the first elevator that was big enough to contain at least fifteen people or more. When we started moving up, I realized that the elevators were hidden in the Tower's legs. I glanced at Draco, who was looking out the glass window. I didn't like the fact that he wasn't speaking to me, and not even looking at me. I suppose if I hadn't pushed Draco away last night, and we'd had sex, then everything would've been fine between us.
Suddenly when we came to a slimmer part of the Eiffel Tower, we had to switch elevators. This one was very small and could only hold about eight people or even less. I was thankful that I didn't have to wait for the next elevator, because the other people had to wait until another elevator went up. We were getting very high up now and even higher. I could feel my throat constrict in this elevator. Ever since I was young and got stuck in an elevator once, I've developed a fear of them. I usually never use the elevator―not if I can help it―but I hadn't told Draco of my claustrophobia. What if we got stuck in the Eiffel Tower? I swallowed thickly and avoided looking out of the window. Instead I studied the floor. Draco wasn't even standing next to me anymore, I think. I felt like that little boy again, who liked playing with the elevators and eventually got stuck in one. I believe I was six or seven years old. I hoped that I could get out soon. It didn't take long before I got dizzy and felt light in my head. I wanted to get out.
"Harry," a voice said into my ear. "Are you OK? You look as white as a sheet."
"I'm claustrophobic," I replied. "I want to get out, Drake."
"It's over in a few seconds. We're almost all the way up," he said and took my hand subtly in his. Then suddenly the elevator stopped moving and my breath caught in my throat. We weren't stuck were we? I turned around towards Draco and then the doors of the lift opened. He took me up some stairs and suddenly the sun shone brightly into my eyes. "Come on," Draco said and led me forward. "Look at that. Isn't it beautiful?"
I nearly gaped, for I could see pretty much all of Paris, including the Arc de Triomphe. The sight was magnificent. I was glad that Draco still held my hand. "Wow, this view is incredible," I said. "I wish I'd taken a camera with me to capture this."
"Don't worry, I brought a camera," Draco said next to me. He took out a small silver thing and I turned back to Paris. I pretended not to notice that Draco took pictures of me instead of Paris.
"I'm glad that I'm back in the fresh air," I said. "That elevator was suffocating me." I took a deep breath and looked down. Now I realized just how high up I was. I saw tiny dots moving underneath the Tower, and I saw tiny cars riding about. They looked more like toy cars than anything. Everything looked so little. It was strange, but this was a sight that I would not forget. I glanced at Draco and he took a picture just then.
Draco just raised his eyebrow and put his camera away. It looked like an expensive little thing. "We could've used the stairs, but, it would have taken forever to get here."
"Why won't you look at me?" I asked. He looked at me then though. "I'm sorry," I said again.
"It doesn't matter," Draco said. "You're right; I think about sex too much. I told myself over and over to stop thinking like an adolescent, because I'm twenty-seven. Three years away from thirty years old. I'm a grown-up, but I suppose my libido thinks differently about that. Perhaps it's a gay thing," he shrugged.
"I get that you're disappointed," I said pointedly. "It's understandable, I suppose. I hadn't planned on backing out―"
"Can we discuss this in private, please? No one needs to hear," Draco said.
"They're French, they can't possibly understand us," I frowned.
"Europeans learn English at elementary schools, Harry. Most of them can understand us," Draco said. "Like I said, let's discuss this in private where there are no eavesdroppers."
"Alright, fine," I said sullenly.
After we visited the Louvre, we went back to the hotel and got ourselves some lunch. I had no idea that the subject of sex would be such a delicate matter in our relationship. I had read in that guide―which I still hid in my room back in Manhattan―that a lot of gay couples did not have sex, because the receiving partner found it too painful. That frightened me even more. Draco didn't even know about this fear that I had, even though I had told him today that I was a tad bit afraid. Well, perhaps I should've told him that I was scared to death about it. Losing my virginity was something that I had never thought about, and in some way I didn't want to give it up. Losing it would mean something that I couldn't quite place yet. Draco talked about sex as if he was talking about the weather, but to me it was bigger than that, I realized that now. Perhaps I should tell him.
Draco flopped down onto the sofa and called room-service. He ordered something in French and hung up after about half a minute. Straight to the point. I sat down opposite from him on the creamy divan. "So let's talk," he said.
"I'm scared," I said softly.
"What for, exactly?"
"I'm scared of doing it. I'm scared of losing my virginity," I said. "I'm scared of the pain."
Draco looked sympathetic and nodded. "I understand," he said. "I suppose that's every person's fear when they've never had sex before. It's something you have to put aside, I guess. Unless you want to remain a virgin until you die?"
"I can't imagine you being able to control yourself until I die," I said and snorted a bit. "You wouldn't be able to keep it in your pants."
"You're right, I wouldn't be able to," Draco snorted. "What do you want me to do? I don't know how to ease your fear."
"I know," I said and glanced at my knees. "I just don't like pain."
"No one does, Harry," Draco said. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a voice on the other side said something that sounded like 'room-service'. He got up and opened the door. The lady walked in with a cart and delivered the food that Draco had ordered, even though I couldn't understand what he had said on the phone. The waitress smiled at Draco and left the hotel room. I got the feeling that she was interested in him. I felt relieved to know that Draco was one hundred percent gay and not bisexual like his ex was. "Bon appétit," he said and lifted the lid off a plate. There were croissants underneath it. The smell of food filled my nostrils. Draco took one croissant and sat back onto the sofa. "Hmm," he said and worked the entire thing in his mouth in less than half a minute. I guessed that he was hungry.
"I didn't expect you to be so disappointed yesterday," I said softly and also took a croissant. It was still warm.
"Was I that transparent?" Draco asked. "Yes, I was disappointed. But that doesn't matter now."
"It does to me," I said.
"I've never been with a virgin before," Draco said and took a second croissant off the plate. "So, I should probably be more patient. I shouldn't expect you to spread your legs for me whenever I please, so ..." He shrugged and took a bite. "It's only natural that you're hesitant, isn't it?"
"I suppose," I said hesitantly. "Let's stop talking about it," I added. "I never talked about sex as a teenager, and in school we talked little to none about the subject. Every time one of my friends said that they had had sex with a girl, I felt sort of disgusted. Even back then, I tried hard not to grimace whenever my friends spoke about the stuff they did with their girlfriends, even though it was against our religion."
"I thought that you wanted to stop talking about it?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, well," I shrugged. "I just wanted to say that the subject of sex was a bit of a taboo at my home. When I heard you talk about sex so casually and openly, it blew my mind a little."
"I suppose that's just New York mentality," Draco said. "We're a bit different from people down south, I suppose. In any case, I understand your point and don't worry about yesterday. Let's just enjoy Paris this weekend, because the meetings start on Monday."
"Yeah, about those meetings, where am I supposed to stay? Here?" I asked.
"Well, you can't be present at the meetings," Draco said. "You wouldn't understand shit of it, because we'll be speaking French, most likely and it's probably better if you stay here, yeah. You could go shopping or something."
"Shopping? I don't need anything, besides, I'd much rather shop with you instead of on my own. Besides, I don't know the value of those weird Euro coins."
"OK, we'll venture out into Paris together. The meetings only last about an hour or two, I think, and we have to make a few deals with the company here. The deal is probably made within a week or so."
"A week?" I asked. "Then what are we going to do here for two months? Why didn't you tell me that you only had to be here for a week?"
"I wanted to take you to Paris for longer than that," he shrugged. "Granted, the company only covers this trip for a week usually, but I decided that I wanted to be here for another seven weeks."
I gaped at him. He talked about it as if it was nothing. He talked about it as if a seven week trip to Paris wasn't expensive or anything. "But ... can I withdraw money here then?"
"Yes, you can. You'll have to exchange it to Euros though."
"OK," I said softly. Seven weeks of Paris sounded very good, but I was afraid that I would come home to an empty bank account. Best watch what I buy then. "I don't have millions in my bank account, you know."
"Me neither," Draco said. "But I've got enough to take a seven week trip to Paris."
"Apparently," I replied. "Well, er ... so what do you want to do the rest of this afternoon?"
"Well, tomorrow I wanted to tour through Paris by sightseeing bus, and I thought that we could relax this afternoon."
"That sounds nice. Would you like to take a bath with me, Mr. Malfoy?" I asked a bit coyly, and hoped that he would say yes. I hoped that he didn't choose to take distance from me after yesterday night.
"A bath, at―" he glanced at his watch, "―three in the afternoon?"
"Yeah, why not?" I offered. "A bath is relaxing, isn't it?"
"Sure, it is," Draco nodded. "Well, OK then." He got up, placed the lid back on the plate on the cart and went into the bedroom. He opened the door to the bathroom and ran the tub. I closed the window in the bathroom and shut the curtain that hung in front of it. It made it a little dark in the bathroom with the curtain shut, but I didn't mind at all. As my eyes got accustomed to the little light in the room, I realized that Draco was already stripping while he ran the water. I went into the bedroom, shut the curtains and undressed myself there. I kept my glasses on; otherwise I would see little to nothing―yes my eyesight is that bad. I went into the bathroom, shut the door and locked it behind me. Draco was already naked as well. He looked up when I approached him. I felt my cheeks heat up when Draco made it obvious that he was checking me out. He licked his lips and stepped into the tub after testing the water. He held out his hand, and I took it and stepped into the tub as well. Perhaps I hadn't mentioned it, but the tub was an easy fit for three people. I could probably move my legs this way and that if I wanted to, and we could probably get into a few very interesting positions.
Draco pulled me closer and wrapped his strong arms around my naked body. He kissed me softly and just hugged me. My arms went around Draco's neck while we stood there in the tub that was slowly filling. I wondered why Draco was hugging be, but I got the feeling that he was apologetic. I don't know why I thought that, but that was the vibe that he gave off.
"I love you," I whispered and kissed his lips softly.
"I love you too," Draco replied.
Somehow that caused me to smile broadly. That was the first time I think that Draco said it like that. He kissed me again, but this time he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Very slowly we went onto our knees and Draco absentmindedly turned the faucet off. I was starting to feel excited and let Draco know that by taking one of his hands that was on my waist and guided it towards my hardening penis.
"Naughty," Draco whispered and stroked my penis slowly.
"Yes, very naughty," I said. I sat down in the tub and pulled Draco on top of me without drowning. Draco made a noise―perhaps he was surprised by that move, but I just kept on kissing him and eventually he pushed his own erection against me. I took his hand that was wrapped around my penis and guided it between my legs. "Touch me there, please," I said softly, nearly moaning that entire sentence. Lust and desire was pulsing through my body and my mind was so clouded with all kinds of emotions.
"Do you want me to finger you, Harry?"
"Hmm, yes," I moaned. I spread my legs even more and wrapped them around Draco's waist. I had to be careful that I didn't go under water. I closed my eyes and groaned when three fingers went inside me. I had grown more accustomed to having something in there that it didn't even hurt with three fingers up there. I supposed the water made it easier. But, Lord, it felt good.
"God," Draco groaned beside me. "You're such a tease, Harry."
"Sorry," I moaned. "I'd like to have sex with you in the bathtub sometime." How on earth could I still make coherent sentences? I yelped loudly when I felt it again; that intense, almost fierce feeling. "Oh, please!" I groaned. I took Draco's very hard penis and guided it somewhere between my legs. I couldn't even keep my eyes open anymore. "Take your fingers out, Drake, please. Put it inside me."
"I don't have a condom here," Draco said. "Don't you think this location is a tad bit uncomfortable?"
"We better move to the bedroom, Harry," Draco said softly and took his fingers out then. He took out the plug and I faintly heard a gurgling sound; the sound of water going down the drain. Now I was forced to move. My erection literally ached and I faintly recall it bobbing up and down as I walked into the bedroom. I lay on the bed with my legs spread, offering myself to Draco, who looked like he had to restrain himself from jumping onto the bed. I am sure that he recalled the events of last night perfectly well and I think that he was giving me enough time to back out. But I wasn't planning to, despite my fear. I remembered addressing the subject to Marc and Sirius―about the fact that there are gay couples who don't sleep together, that is. They told me that they did sleep together, and Marc looked kind of hesitant to talk about it, but Sirius spoke openly about their sex life, or about certain aspects of it, anyway. I told them that I was very afraid of the pain, but Marc assured me that that would definitely get less the more often I did it. I also told them that I had been thinking about it, but that I was just afraid. Sirius assured me that Draco knew what he was doing and that he knew how to handle me. I blushed slightly at that. I was sure that Draco knew, but ... his penis isn't exactly small. Marc and Sirius didn't even laugh at that but they said that had to experience it once before I could draw my conclusions.
Remembering that conversation, I agreed with experiencing it at least once before drawing my conclusions. I reached for the nightstand to my left and opened the drawer. Draco was watching me, I knew that. I took out the tube of lubrication and one wrapped condom. Apparently Draco had made plans for us here in Paris. Perhaps he wanted our first time to be in the city of love. I had to admit that that was romantic. I unwrapped the condom and sat up. I wanted to give Draco the condom, but he didn't reach for it. He kneeled onto the bed in front of me.
"Put it on me," he murmured. I felt a bit nervous at that, but I took hold of Draco's penis and tried to roll the condom down the entire thing.
It was easier than I thought it would be and after a couple of seconds it was on. I reached for the tube of lubrication and squirted some substance onto my hand. I slicked Draco's penis with it and licked my lips. Then I lay back and brought my lubricant slicked fingers between my legs. I couldn't quite get my fingers inside, but I was able to slick it down there somewhat. That fear crawled back into my mind again, but I couldn't possibly back out now. Not again. I pulled Draco on top of me to stop myself from backing out and to show Draco that I wasn't planning on backing out again. He kissed me softly and raised my thighs. I wound them around his waist and eagerly kissed him back. I tried to ignore the fact that Draco was very slowly pushing his penis inside me. My first reaction was to clench my sphincter and push him out. Draco stopped moving and after a couple of seconds, he pushed in a little bit more. I clenched my thighs around Draco's body and wrapped my arms around his neck to prevent him from looking at me. That would be embarrassing and I didn't want him to see my tears.
I won't lie; it hurt like hell, pardon my language. It seemed like it took forever until that entire thing was inside me. Suddenly Draco stopped moving. My breath came out laboured, but not because I was excited; I had to stop myself from sobbing. My butt burned with pain and there were tears staining my cheeks. I didn't want Draco to see me like that, so I deliberately held him close to my body.
"Are you OK?" Draco asked softly into my ear.
"I―no ... it hurts," I said. "It hurts, Draco."
"I'm sorry," Draco murmured. "Do you want me to pull out?"
"No," I said and shook my head. "I'm not backing out again."
Draco raised himself up. "Don't be so hard on yourself," he said sternly. "I'm not continuing if you're in too much pain."
"It's OK, Draco," I insisted. I was not going to back out again! "Move, please."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," I replied. "I refuse to back out again, Draco. Move, now."
"OK," he said and kissed me softly. "I'm sorry." He lay back down on top of me and slowly moved out. It kept on burning and I squeezed my eyes shut. I wished that I could distract myself with something. My erection had gone away completely and I didn't think that I'd get hard again. Draco was enjoying himself though; it seemed that he couldn't stop making these soft groaning sounds. In any case, I was glad that Draco was enjoying it. I realized that I had been kind of selfish by denying Draco this kind of pleasure. I was willing to go through this pain, as long as Draco was enjoying it. I didn't want to sound like a martyr or anything, but Draco was my partner. I felt this kind of responsibility to make sure that he wasn't dissatisfied with our relationship. Suddenly Draco was moving inside differently. As if he was searching for something. It came as a surprise again when I got hit with that feeling. My hips jerked upwards and I made a sound of surprise. Apparently that gave Draco more confidence, because he moved in with more speed and repeatedly hit my prostate. I was finally beginning to enjoy this, even though it took for what I felt was an hour. I felt my chest tighten and I felt heat travelling down to my penis, surprisingly enough. The burning feeling began to fade away little and the pleasure began to built.
When I moaned softly, Draco moved in faster. "Ohh," I groaned. "Ahh!" I don't know how long it took, but I came after Draco persistently hit my prostate. My back arched upwards and my orgasm was even more powerful than those persistent thrusts against my prostate. I heard Draco groan beside me before he suddenly thrust in and came. I felt tired and I was sure that I was soaked with sweat. But it didn't matter. I felt less self-conscious around Draco than I was before we did anything this intimate. I also realized now that I was no longer a virgin.
After a couple of seconds―I think―Draco pulled out and told me to keep still for a moment. Draco switched on a lamp on the nightstand. I wondered what he was planning until I heard him sigh. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"You're bleeding," Draco said.
"What?" I said and felt my heart skip a beat in anxiousness. What did he mean with, 'you're bleeding'? "Blood? Where?"
"You're bleeding a little bit, but it's not uncommon after having anal sex for the first time. There's not much you can do about it, but if you keep on bleeding after tomorrow, then we'll go to the doctor, OK? Don't worry, Harry."
"Don't worry? I'm bleeding down there!"
"Calm down, Harry. It's not unheard of to bleed after your first time. Do you want me to clean it?"
"No!" I said immediately. "It's OK." I didn't want him to clean me up; he was my boyfriend not my mother. I saw Draco reach down, and I imagined that he took the condom off and dumped it in the trash bin.
"How do you feel?" Draco asked softly and lay down next to me.
"I feel a bit high," I said. "I'm sure I'll feel sore tomorrow or something. I feel very open ... is that normal?"
"It's a common feeling," Draco said and reached out with his hand. He caressed my face and kissed me softly. "I would've waited, you know? You didn't have to do it."
"I know, but I wanted to," I replied. "I didn't want to disappoint you again, for one. I was so hard, and so horny ... I just ... I remembered a conversation that I had with Sirius and Marc about it, and they told me that I should at least experience it once before drawing my conclusions. I didn't want to back out again and see that disappointment on your face."
"Harry, you weren't ready for this yet," Draco said. "I noticed it yesterday and I told myself that it would happen eventually when you would be ready. You weren't ready today, but you still lay there and let me invade your body in the most intimate way. Such an act requires a lot of trust between us, even if you were ready for it. It amazed me how much you trust me, but perhaps I shouldn't be surprised."
"Do you think there's any damage?" I asked. "I read in this book that damage can be caused when the other partner is too rough. Is there anything torn down there?"
I heard Draco sigh and roll out of bed. I wanted to ask where he was going until suddenly the lights went on. I squeezed my eyes shut at the brightness of it. Draco approached me again and took hold of my thighs. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Spread your legs and let me have a look," Draco said and kept my legs apart with his hands. "It's just little bit of blood, nothing serious. There isn't much that I can do about it, except clean it up and feel if there's anything torn inside."
My cheeks burned from embarrassment while Draco went into the bathroom and retrieved a wet cloth. I really wanted to turn the lights off so that he didn't see me. I squeaked when Draco started to wipe at my bottom. "Draco, please don't. It's really embarrassing."
"You wanted to know if there's anything torn, don't you? Besides, I've already seen all of you, Harry. You don't have to be embarrassed," Draco said, trying to sound reassuring, but I wasn't so easily reassured. "Can you give me the lube please?"
"Lube? What do you need that for?" I wondered.
"I need to feel the area with my fingers. Usually if there's anything torn, I'll most likely feel it," Draco said casually. I wondered how he could say such things so normally while we'd just had sex a few minutes ago. I hesitantly reached for the tube of lubrication on the nightstand and gave it to him. He didn't look at me, which probably helped, but I still felt very embarrassed. Draco slicked two fingers and brought them down. He gently inserted them into me and felt around. It felt strange to me, but also pleasurable. It felt nice after having a big erect penis in there. I covered my mouth with my hand and closed my eyes. "Well, I don't feel anything unusual," he said. "A little blood is normal, but if it keeps on bleeding after tomorrow, then you should see a doctor about it. There's nothing torn, for as far as I can tell."
"How can you tell anyway?" I managed to say.
"Well, Blaise bled the first two or three times when he wanted me to do him rough. He asked me to feel around for any torn tissue with my fingers. But Blaise wasn't a virgin when we had sex for the first time. I don't know how many times he'd done it before we met, but he wasn't inexperienced or anything. He knew what he liked; he knew what he could take and what not. Since he bled the first few times, I've been more cautious, despite Blaise's groans for more and harder. I've felt a little torn tissue with Blaise the first time when we did it rough, so I kind of know what it feels like. It felt sensitive he said afterwards when I felt around. Does this feel more sensitive than usual?" he asked.
"No ... no really," I said and shook my head. "It feels quite ... well, not normal, but not painful or anything. It's a bit sensitive, but I think that's because your big dick just went up there."
Draco snorted and took his fingers slowly out. He went into the bathroom and came back a few seconds later. I think he wiped his fingers on a towel or something. Then he returned to bed and lay down next to me.
"Seems like you planned something for us on this trip, eh? What with the condoms and all that you hid in the drawer of your nightstand." Draco looked away and a pink colour appeared on his cheeks. "Oh my, are you blushing?" I grinned.
"Am not," he denied. "I thought that it might happen in Paris, so I took something with me just in case."
"I'm glad that you did," I said and snuggled against Draco. "I thought that I would feel ripped apart."
"Well, I am glad that you don't feel ripped apart," Draco said and kissed the top of my head. "What do you think of a romantic picnic at those gorgeous gardens?"
"Tomorrow, you mean?"
"Yeah," Draco said. "I kind of fancy a picnic tomorrow with a lot of fruits and baguettes. I could feed you strawberries with my mouth," Draco whispered. "Tasting the juice on your lips ... sounds great, right?"
I snorted softly and wrapped my free arm around Draco's waist. "I love your romantic moments," I said. "A picnic sounds nice. Don't you have a meeting tomorrow, though?"
"Yes, I do, at ten in the morning. I think I'll be back around two hours later or something. I'll buy the food, a basket and I'll bring a big blanket to sit on. I already know the perfect location. There's this beautiful garden, surrounded by rose bushes and big trees ... It's lovely. I'm sure you'll like it."
When I woke up the following morning, I was surprised that I had slept the entire night, but I supposed that I was tired from certain activities yesterday. Draco was already gone, for I woke up alone. I turned onto my back and felt my bum ache a little. I groaned softly and got out of bed. I limped a little when walking and cursed under my breath. My butt hurt. I shouldn't have been surprised though; I was sure that it would hurt the following day. I desired a nice relaxing bath, so I limped into the bathroom. Damn Draco and that big dick of his. I didn't see bloodstains on the sheets where I lay, so I hoped that the bleeding had stopped. I ran the bath and squirted some vanilla scented soap into the tub. I went into the tub and hissed a little at the hot water against my bum. I sighed a little and watched the water and foam rise higher, covering more of my body. The water felt great and I heaved a deep sigh. I had no idea what the time was, but I stayed in the tub and soaked until my skin felt like a dried out prune, as Draco said a couple of days ago. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander.
I believe I fell asleep in the tub, because my eyes snapped open when I heard something. I sat up and listened carefully. "Draco?" I called. "Is that you?" I heard some stumbling and then the door to the bathroom opened. I felt relieved when I saw that it was Draco.
"Hey," Draco said and approached me. He knelt down onto the tiles and kissed me. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore," I said. "I just woke up actually. I decided to soak, but I fell asleep after some point. What time is it?"
"It's ten minutes past twelve," Draco said. "Are you in a lot of pain?"
"It hurts a bit when I walk," I admitted. "Sitting in the tub hurts. I don't think that I will be able to sit at all today."
"OK," Draco nodded. "I'll leave you here to soak. Shall we leave to the garden when you've finished? I just bought all the food and something to drink after the meeting was over." He stood up and left the bathroom. He closed the door slowly behind him and left me alone. But to be honest, I didn't feel like soaking in the bathtub anymore. My skin was all wrinkled and I wanted to be with Draco now. I took the plug out of the tub and heard the water go down the drain and grabbed a towel. I hissed a little when I walked out of the bathroom. Apparently Draco waited for me in the bedroom. He was lying on the bed with his arms behind his head. He watched me walk in and frowned. "I think you're more than just sore, Harry. Are you still bleeding?"
"I don't think so," I said and shook my head. "There are no bloodstains on the mattress, so I don't think so."
"Do you want me to take a look?" Draco asked.
I kind of was against that, but I nodded anyway. I didn't have eyes in the back of my head, so I couldn't take a look myself. Quite frankly, I didn't even want to know what it looked like now. I took the towel off and lay down on the bed, albeit slowly. I grimaced when my butt hit the bed. Draco knelt in front of me and told me to keep my thighs up. His fingers brushed against me, but that didn't hurt or anything.
"It's a bit swollen," Draco said. "You're not bleeding anymore, that's a good thing."
"Oh, that's just great," I said and lowered my legs. Draco crawled on all fours towards me and lowered himself on top of me. He kissed me softly and smiled at me. "You're so sexy," I murmured.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Potter," Draco said. "Do you feel up for a picnic today?"
"If I can lie down then I'll be OK," I shrugged and ran my fingers through Draco's blond hair. "You're gorgeous, do you know that?"
"Thank you," Draco replied and smiled. "You better get dressed. The fruits are waiting to be eaten and the weather is nice. It's about seventy degrees Fahrenheit out. I do advise you to put on your coat, because there's a chilly wind out. Well, we're moving towards autumn anyway, eh? I'll leave you alone to get dressed and I'll see you in a few, OK?"
"Why are you so eager to get away from me?" I asked and frowned at him.
"I'm not eager to get away from you; I'm trying hard not to jump you, OK? Get dressed," he said and left the bedroom in a bit of a hurry.
I got dressed as fast as my body would allow me to. The soreness got less as the day went on and I could at least walk without a limp. Draco took me to this beautiful garden, surrounded by rose bushes and tall trees that had not yet lost their leaves. He laid a blanket on the ground and placed the basket with food and drinks in the middle of it. My belly fluttered at the romance of it. Draco held out his hand and I took it with a smile. We sat down next to each other on either side of the basket. I saw other couples sitting on a blanket as well, most of them were heterosexual couples. Draco opened the basket and took out a box of strawberries.
"Strawberries, my favourite fruit," I said and took one. I put it in my mouth and swallowed it before I even chewed properly on it. "They're good! Sweet and juicy."
"Hmm," Draco said and cupped my face in his hand. "I'd like to have a taste too," he said and leaned in. He kissed me on my lips and a couple of seconds later, I felt his tongue slide in. That piercing caused my chest to tighten with excitement every time. I was surprised, because we were in public. He pulled away and licked his lips.
"Sweet and juicy, yeah," Draco said.
We spent the afternoon on the blanket, feeding each other strawberries and grapes. We drank orange juice and talked about everything that came to mind. I knew that there were people looking at us, but I tried not to be too bothered by it. I had a great time and my butt wasn't hurting me too much anymore. When it was about four in the afternoon, we decided to head back to the hotel because it was getting colder. We had eaten all of the fruits and in the end we didn't really have dinner because we'd already eaten French baguettes and fruits. Draco took my hand in his and led me into the elevator. My chest tightened with anxiety, but Draco was with me, which helped me calm down a little bit. We arrived at our floor and walked down the hallway until we reached our room. Draco opened the door and let me in first.
I turned around with a big smile on my face. "I had a great time at the garden. You were right, it was beautiful."
Draco returned the smile and took off his long black coat. "I'm glad that you enjoyed it."
"And you even kissed me in public," I said, smiling even broader. "And it was a real kiss too. Perhaps it might not mean a lot to you, but it did to me. I know that you dislike PDA, so I'm glad that you decided to shove your dislike away for a brief moment."
"Well, I'm glad that you didn't shove me away," Draco said. "I knew that you knew that there were people looking at us, but I suppose that's unavoidable."
"Yes, well, either way, I had a blast. Thank you," I said sincerely and approached Draco. He wrapped his arms around my waist and looked down at me. "I really love you a lot. I'm glad that this worked out well."
"Me too," Draco said and leaned down. We kissed until I pulled away for some much needed air. I knew that he was getting excited, as did I, but I wasn't sure about having sex again tonight. I think that he knew that, for he pulled away and sat down on the sofa.
"Draco ...," I said and sat down next to him.
"Shall we just watch TV tonight?" Draco asked and turned the TV―that I didn't know there was―on.
"Yeah, OK," I nodded. "Are there any American channels on this TV?"
Draco shrugged as if he didn't know, but he was switching channels quite fast. I heard a few French words, until I saw something on the TV that triggered a memory from a few months ago. On the TV was Tom Cruise seen on a stage, mumbling like a drunken man about some war he had fought in or something. I couldn't quite make out that drunken rambling.
"We're so going to watch this," Draco said. "It's The Last Samurai with Tom Cruise. Apparently the movie just started."
"You are really obsessed with the Japanese and samurai, aren't you?" I asked and rolled my eyes when Draco grinned and enthusiastically nodded.
"Yes, that's right," he said. "I enjoy watching these kinds of movies. They're so interesting and historical, really. I mean, those temples are real temples and those people are real Japanese people. At least Tom Cruise's Japanese accent isn't too horrible, but I believe that I have mentioned that before," he said and looked thoughtful.
"I have no idea what you just said," I said. "It sounded sexy."
"It did?" Draco asked. "I'll remember that. Now let's watch the movie," he said and was actually excited. I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway. I'd never seen Draco like that before. Now I didn't feel excluded anymore and now I knew what Draco was like when watching a movie that he clearly found interesting and enjoyable to watch. I've come a long way, but in the end it was all worth it. My parents couldn't have been more wrong about this 'lifestyle'. It was great and I've found the love of my life, something which I'd doubt that I would find if I chose to accept myself. I had never been happier and my time with Draco in Paris was the highlight of my journey.